Just for Kids…Just for Fun!

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Little Abby

Abby is the tabby cat who lives next door

She’s not like any other cat you’ve ever known before

She sits out in the moonlight putting fireflies in a jar

then frees them if they promise to fly straight to where you are

So, when you see a firefly, say “thanks” to little Abby

I think she’d do most anything if it would make you happy

Me too!

My response to today’s one word prompt: Trace

(because this is just a trace of the silly nonsense I can write for my Grand-kids!)

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Dancing of the Face of the Moon

My poem “Dancing on the Face of the Moon” is featured on Poetry Breakfast this morning!

You can read it here Dancing of the Face of the Moon,

or below:

Just this side of midnight, I stepped outside –

an attempt to snag the tail of a summer breeze.

Slowly, a shadow crept over me.

Night turned darker than blackness itself

and I could not see a thing.

I was frightened at first, then I realized

the moon was simply trapped

by obscure clouds.

From the darkened sky, rain began to fall,

blindly tumbling to the ground.

I watched. I waited.

When the moon re-appeared,

I saw puddles on the pavement

and, I swear, they were calling my name!

Joy overtook me and I became a child.

Discarding my shoes, I launched into play;

splashing, prancing, twirling and leaping

from one wet patch to another.

To catch my breath, I slowed to a sway,

and hugged myself with happy arms.

As I bent to and fro, misty moonlight

winked at me

from the raindrops clinging to the trees.

I glanced at my feet and met the moon;

his reflection captured briefly

in the puddle where I danced.

I knelt to touch him,

a caress for the perfect partner he had been;

leading me so aptly

I didn’t even know that he was there.

We smiled at one another, then I stood

and proceeded once again

to dance on the face of the moon.

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